CONFRONTATION!
It seems that problems are arising from my sleeping disorders. I wasn't aware of this, but my roommate pointed out to me that I talk in my sleep EVERY night. He also pointed out to me that it often wakes him up. He went on to point out that he doesn't like being woken up by my sleeptalking, and that I should focus on "NOT talking on my sleep tonight." I didn't realize I did it every night. I feel bad now. I don't know how to stop it!!!
Saturday, November 02, 2002
Monday, October 28, 2002
Freddy Krueger and Playstation 2.... shake, stir, rinse, repeat...
Once again, my imagination got loose and went rampant around my head. Last night I dreamt that I came home (home as in my parents' house) and saw a notice about a church that had burned down and needed lots of money to be rebuilt. The name was something like Kramp or Klamp or something that starts with a K. My dad was sort of upset that I didn't care about the fact that that church had burned down, so I asked him why I should care. He told me I should care because it was my sister's church. (This is one of those blatant untruths in my dreams. My sister goes to zion with my parents, not to some church with a K!) So because I had no clue about this church, I just kinda faked being upset about it. Later that day a truck pulled into our driveway. The driver was there to pick up anyone who wanted to help clean out the church. I ran around looking for gloves so I could actually be of help. I got back to the driveway and started climbing into the back of the pickup truck, but hadn't made it all the way in when the driver pulled into the road. My foot got stuck between the back bumper and the tailgate and I lost my hold on the truck. I fell backwards and started being dragged along by the truck. I was trying to yell to my dad to help me, but the truck was very loud, and he couldn't hear me. I just tried to hold on to the bumper and pull myself partially up so that I wouldn't be dragged on the road. My dad eventually turned and saw me, and I remember he didn't really seem like he cared but just sort of seem frustrated with me. *sudden scene change*
I was then inside a house that obviously belonged to rich people. I was in a bedroom with a door going to the outside and an entertainment centre set up along one wall. This house was the one that had partially burned down, I knew; not a church. I looked over to the entertainment center and noticed a playstation 2 sitting on top. This got me very excited. I went over to it and somehow knew that the owners had left it for whoever wanted it, and were somehow doing some sort of... yard sale for whoever came in the house. there was a sign that said, "ps2 and games: $4" I was very VERY VERY happy about this. I started unplugging the ps2 from the tv and the power outlet. I remember thinking about maybe taking the tv too since i didn't have one in my dorm room. I then opened up the entertainment system cabinet and became even more ecstatic. The previous owner had piles and piles of ps2 games. I started pulling out large stacks of 15-20 games at a time and setting them down next to the ps2. There were about 100 games in all. (I don't even know if there ARE that many games for ps2 yet) All of the final fantasy games were included in these stacks, and I remember that final fantasy x was at the very bottom. There was also a 1foot by 2foot by 1foot tupperware container in the cabinet. I took it out and looked through the clear sides and noticed tons of gameboy color and advance games. Once again, I was excited. I saw some final fantasy games for gameboy advance when looking from the outside, but when I opened the container, I couldn't find them. What I did see, though, was many friday the 13th and nightmare on elm street games. I remembered back to when I had Friday the 13th for original nintendo. It was exciting and fun, but I think I'd have a heart attack if I played it after I was 30 because of all the times it made me jump. As I was looking at these games (which included a boxed set of nightmare on elmstreet games) I heard a noise outside and noticed it had gotten very dark, and there was no light left in the room I was in. I heard noises out side and saw moonlit shadows of something hobbling towards the door. I heard it say, "Come out come out wherever you are!" and knew right away it was a member of the undead. As it neared the door, it said, "Don't try to hide! Zombies can see in the dark!" and then it giggled very...frighteninglyt. But I was very relieved when it came in and COULDN'T see me in the dark, laying next to the bed. *sudden scene change*
I was now in a minimum security jailcell. One that was only for small time crooks to be kept in over night. The bars were all wooden, and reminded me of stables and white picket fences. There were three other cells in the room. In one was Jason Vorhees from Friday the 13th. In another was freddy krueger from nightmare on elm street. There was a pocket on the inside of my jail cell door that had 2 movies and a magazine in it. The movies were Nightmare on Elm street 2 and one that I can't remember. THe magazine was called something like, "Flame" or "Fire" or something along those lines. Freddy Krueger left his jail cell and came over to mine and showed me how he was featured in the magazine and told me to watch his movie. That was the last thing I could remember before my alarm went off. Well, that and a terrible longing to go get that playstation and the games and play them.
Once again, my imagination got loose and went rampant around my head. Last night I dreamt that I came home (home as in my parents' house) and saw a notice about a church that had burned down and needed lots of money to be rebuilt. The name was something like Kramp or Klamp or something that starts with a K. My dad was sort of upset that I didn't care about the fact that that church had burned down, so I asked him why I should care. He told me I should care because it was my sister's church. (This is one of those blatant untruths in my dreams. My sister goes to zion with my parents, not to some church with a K!) So because I had no clue about this church, I just kinda faked being upset about it. Later that day a truck pulled into our driveway. The driver was there to pick up anyone who wanted to help clean out the church. I ran around looking for gloves so I could actually be of help. I got back to the driveway and started climbing into the back of the pickup truck, but hadn't made it all the way in when the driver pulled into the road. My foot got stuck between the back bumper and the tailgate and I lost my hold on the truck. I fell backwards and started being dragged along by the truck. I was trying to yell to my dad to help me, but the truck was very loud, and he couldn't hear me. I just tried to hold on to the bumper and pull myself partially up so that I wouldn't be dragged on the road. My dad eventually turned and saw me, and I remember he didn't really seem like he cared but just sort of seem frustrated with me. *sudden scene change*
I was then inside a house that obviously belonged to rich people. I was in a bedroom with a door going to the outside and an entertainment centre set up along one wall. This house was the one that had partially burned down, I knew; not a church. I looked over to the entertainment center and noticed a playstation 2 sitting on top. This got me very excited. I went over to it and somehow knew that the owners had left it for whoever wanted it, and were somehow doing some sort of... yard sale for whoever came in the house. there was a sign that said, "ps2 and games: $4" I was very VERY VERY happy about this. I started unplugging the ps2 from the tv and the power outlet. I remember thinking about maybe taking the tv too since i didn't have one in my dorm room. I then opened up the entertainment system cabinet and became even more ecstatic. The previous owner had piles and piles of ps2 games. I started pulling out large stacks of 15-20 games at a time and setting them down next to the ps2. There were about 100 games in all. (I don't even know if there ARE that many games for ps2 yet) All of the final fantasy games were included in these stacks, and I remember that final fantasy x was at the very bottom. There was also a 1foot by 2foot by 1foot tupperware container in the cabinet. I took it out and looked through the clear sides and noticed tons of gameboy color and advance games. Once again, I was excited. I saw some final fantasy games for gameboy advance when looking from the outside, but when I opened the container, I couldn't find them. What I did see, though, was many friday the 13th and nightmare on elm street games. I remembered back to when I had Friday the 13th for original nintendo. It was exciting and fun, but I think I'd have a heart attack if I played it after I was 30 because of all the times it made me jump. As I was looking at these games (which included a boxed set of nightmare on elmstreet games) I heard a noise outside and noticed it had gotten very dark, and there was no light left in the room I was in. I heard noises out side and saw moonlit shadows of something hobbling towards the door. I heard it say, "Come out come out wherever you are!" and knew right away it was a member of the undead. As it neared the door, it said, "Don't try to hide! Zombies can see in the dark!" and then it giggled very...frighteninglyt. But I was very relieved when it came in and COULDN'T see me in the dark, laying next to the bed. *sudden scene change*
I was now in a minimum security jailcell. One that was only for small time crooks to be kept in over night. The bars were all wooden, and reminded me of stables and white picket fences. There were three other cells in the room. In one was Jason Vorhees from Friday the 13th. In another was freddy krueger from nightmare on elm street. There was a pocket on the inside of my jail cell door that had 2 movies and a magazine in it. The movies were Nightmare on Elm street 2 and one that I can't remember. THe magazine was called something like, "Flame" or "Fire" or something along those lines. Freddy Krueger left his jail cell and came over to mine and showed me how he was featured in the magazine and told me to watch his movie. That was the last thing I could remember before my alarm went off. Well, that and a terrible longing to go get that playstation and the games and play them.
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